Correction.

It was supposed to be the best weekend ever.
Buuuuuut fevers and strep throat put an end to that.
Which is why I am awake at 6:30 am eating popsicles.
And also why I had one of the worst nightmares ever.  It involved my house in East Haven being completely broken into, and pretty much everything being taken.  Including my trumpet and the school C.  (I repeat, this was only a dream!!)  But YOU try having that dream with your recital in 20 days.  Yikes.

I'm not sure how I'm going to sleep more when I've essentially been sleeping since 5 pm yesterday, but I'm going to try.